The Gala had ended with ponies and assorted whatevers crammed into their houses and hotels and whatnot.

"Is she pregnant?" Matt asked, scratching the back of his head.

"I was told she tested positive for werewolf babies." Blake answered bluntly, "I also heard her reproductives are messed up."

"When's she due?" Matt asked again, his eyes wide.

"In three weeks maximum. Trust me, she told me way too much. Once you see the whole story, you'll understand a lot more than you care to." Blake replied with a sigh.

"Given her behavior," Natalie chimed, once more in her undergarments, "I don't think she'd be a good parent."

"First off, experience. She's got a lot," Blake scorned, "Second, you have no room to talk."

Natalie opened her mouth again, only to shut it back up. Blake was, sadly, right. She had no room to speak. If you haven't figured it out, the mommy they were speaking of is Katie.

"Sooooooooo...." Matt started, removing his shirt, "I believe we need a truce. Right here, right now."

"Oh really?" Blake asked, tilting his head. He was already fully naked and Matt had just done the same.

Natalie eyed both of them, expecting something to go hideously awry.

"But how are we gonna make that truce...well, work?" Matt asked, looking at Natalie as if she'd provide an answer.

"Frankly, I am on the exact same train of thought." Blake replied, looking at Natz as well. "I say, let the lady provide the answer."

Natalie in that instant blushed redder than a cherry. She felt some tingling moistness in her hooch. If she were a futa, she'd probably have a hardon right about now. Her mouth began moving jittery, she bit her lip every five seconds as she tried to form words and failed.

"Give her time," Matt scoffed, "she gets nervous easily."

Blake nodded, crossing his arms as his tail swished back and forth. He dared not speak a word lest he get hit with Judgment.

Natalie kept failing at forming words, so she ran to a nearby table, grabbed a pencil and a scrap of paper, and began scribbling on it. She then got up and showed it to both of the men.

Matt wasn't shocked, but Blake was almost paralyzed with Natalie's choice of words. His tail froze stiff in midair as if he were in Antarctica skinny-dipping. He'd never expected someone as refined as she to suddenly say that on paper, and while he was being aroused no less.

"H-How are you not shocked?!" Blake shouted at Matt in disbelief.

"We kinda got too used to each other..." Matt admitted, his eyes shut.

Natalie lay on the bed stomach-side down, her head resting on her crossed arms as she waited for the men to hurry up. She disliked being aroused simply because of the damn Beholder Incident. It made sex....really, really awkward for her. Regardless, it was good (unless it was with a damn Beholder) at any rate, and she kept wanting more lately thanks to everything copulating left and right.

"Arm wrestling." Matt chimed.

"Too one-sided. Remember my being half-demon?" Blake retorted.

"Tic-tac-toe?" Matt asked.

"Sure." Blake answered with a smile.

Blake, needless to say, won. He and Matt exchanged happy glances as they seemed to ponder what they would do to the mage. Either that or it was the 'I'm in control and you're not' issue boiling higher than Katie could fly.

Sometime today, please. Natalie thought, Please for all things holy violate me sometime sooooon.

Blake got up and almost seemed to glide over Natalie, his hands rested at her sides. His tail swished back and forth before it fell limp between his legs. A small grin crossed his lips as his hands moved onto Natalie's backside--specifically where the bra hooks were. He undid the straps, being careful not to break them, before gently hoisting the mage in a way she had to prop herself up with her arms as the bra was removed the rest of the way and fell on the bed with a very soft thump.

His tail began wiggling once more as it slid in between Natalie's mid-thighs. It began to gently pry them apart, his hands going past her neck ever so slowly. He seemed to hum in pleasure as his tail resumed it slow prying of the legs.

Kyun.... Natalie moaned, just audible enough for Blake to hear.

"Sounds like you're good at pleasing her," Matt called as he stood next to the bed watching everything, "that's the sound you want to hear."

Blake merely licked his lips and shut his eyes in a happy expression. His tail slid between her bare skin and the cloth that made her underwear. The tip appeared at her waist and suddenly curled around the cloth as it started to tug gently. The undergarment slid down with ease, but stopped short of her knees. Natalie, in response, lifted one leg ajar as she jerked said leg forward and quickly did the same with the other. The undergarment was slid under the pillow alongside its corresponding other half and quickly forgotten as Blake slid his tail-end just in front of her labia. He was a bit disappointed at the fact the triangle was flatter than a freaking pancake. But it nonetheless gave him an idea.

His eyes began glowing a faint ruby red as the end of his tail took on a much more erotic shape. First, it became round (think of Azurill). Then, it became a hotdog shape about three inches in diameter. At last, the familiar veins began lining this mass and they even pulsated just a hare.

His tail-end poked the labia once more and began to prod lightly. Natalie gasped, squinting her eyes shut as the mass was beginning to pry her inner walls. The mage began panting as the mass went in deeper.

Matt was very aroused now, but was quite bored. Can't let Monkey Boy have all the fun, dammit. While Blake wasn't looking, he slid his whole body under Natalie in such a way his rod was just under her breasts. It didn't take very long for either of them to notice him, but that only added to the fun.

Blake suddenly positioned his hands on her shoulders before he pushed Natalie down, a plop indicating there was something damp and fleshy between her female-exclusive parts that were on her chest, the very tip just in front of Natalie's chin.

Grreeeaaat. Blake thought, his expression blatantly saying he went and had done something stupid, I'm out of condoms and Natalie's on her monthly! Fuck it, I'm going in anyway!

Natalie felt the tail slowly pull out. She responded by grabbing Blake by the hair and immediately pulled him forward. He let off a grunt of surprise, his eyes widening in a revelation that would make even a Cadence in heat envious. He was going--no, he was already on the verge of pissing the mage off. "More." She hissed, blushing as red as her hair.

He's done it now, we're doomed-- and NOT in a good way! Matt thought in surprise. Please don't tell me it's that time of the month!

Blake pushed his tail-end back inside, his erection throbbing immensely. He pulled it out again and rammed it back, causing the mage to grunt in pleasure. This, in turn, made her breasts jiggle a bit, which pleased the swordsman below and made him grunt. He pushed in further, causing Natalie's mouth to wrap around Matt's tip.

Matt responded by putting both of his hands in Natalie's hair, a grin etched on his face. He rubbed her tangled mess gently as she started using her tongue to dance around the rod's tip. While she was occupied, Blake switched his tail for his own shaft, now in proper position to begin the first rutting he's ever had with a full-fledged human while he was willing.

Natalie moaned onto the mass in her mouth as she felt saliva trickle down her chin. It was collecting into a small pool made from a sort of closed depression in her cleavage.

Oh god, I'm about to unload.... Matt thought as his eyes scrunched shut while he panted heavily. "I want more."

Natalie grabbed him by the hair using both hands, her mouth moving off of the rod as a smile formed on her face.

"Beg," Commanded the mage.

"Y-You heard her..." Blake panted as his tail wrapped around Natalie's waist.

"Shut up and rut me!" Natalie cried in agonized arousal.

Blake shut his trap and resumed thrusting. Matt's rod was once more inside the mage's mouth.

"P-Please...more..." Matt groaned as he felt pleasure-pressure build up in his dick.

Blake was very close now, yet he didn't want to release his seed and impregnate the mage no matter how much she wanted it at the moment. He began wondering if she was drunk, for crying out loud. She certainly sounded like it!

Natalie rose her head again. "That sounds better." She said in a sadistic tone of voice before she lowered her mouth again. She herself was close, and she wanted to relish every second of this fornication.

Blake grunted, his eyes scrunched as beads of sweat started to fall from his body as though he were in a desert. He began to grit his teeth as insatiable pleasure began taking its toll. Why did I even agree to this...?

Matt released a sound from his throat that was sure to make the angels above sing as he blew his load right into Natalie's mouth. She greedily downed the precious contents before letting go, allowing her drool and his microscopic soldiers to mix as the mess slid down her breasts and onto the sheets.

Natalie cried in satisfaction as a warm release quickly soaked her legs and Matt's feet. Some of it trickled down her stomach and landed on his soldier factory. The mess was very warm but it was rapidly cooling.

Blake wanted to slow his pace but did not want to risk enraging the woman he was screwing as though he were a wild dog. He was praying that his load would be sterile as he grabbed her hips and went into jackhammer speed.

The whole bed was vibrating now, the noise the frames were making from such a stunt echoed throughout the room as all three participants shrieked in pleasure. The noises suddenly stopped--as did the vibrating of the bed--as Blake finally let his seed be released. The half-demon slumped onto Natalie, who in turn slumped onto Matt.

"Oh. My. God." Matt panted as he felt lightheaded. He soon fell asleep, his hands next to his head with his fingers twitching on occasion.

Natalie had the dizzy eyes. "That was...the best rutting ever." She cooed as the world continued to spin at a blurring rate. She closed her eyes and nodded off into la-la land.

Blake was already snoring into Natalie's tangled mess of a hair. For him, it was a makeshift pillow. His tail unwound itself and slumped lazily at the side of the bed, the tip reverting to its signature flat-head triangle.